I Was About to Marry My Mistress, 30 Years Younger Than Me.
“I saw enough to know that Christina was not making things up or being dramatic.”
I slowly turned my head toward the open door of the bridal suite.
Florence was still standing inside, surrounded by her friends.
She was still smiling brightly.
She was still surrounded by lovely flowers while two women adjusted the long lace train of her expensive dress.
Then, she happened to look up toward the hallway.